The Road goes ever on and on Out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, Let others follow it who can! Let them a journey new begin, But I at last with weary feet Will turn towards the lighted inn, My evening rest and sleep to meet. Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I oft have pa**ed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.